Hiccups Don't Mean Someone Is Recalling You!

By: Nanananana9 (edited by: Krisha)

Here's a tale of hiccups and suns and moons, because, you know? hiccups and suns and moons! But.. that exactly isn't why I'm writing this, once upon a time, I was a damsel in distress, and a great injustice was done to me; and I am just letting out my woes over not getting the book with the warrior who held Cortana.

I bet I could've wet my book with the sweat of my own hands. A horrific crime! I handed the book to my friend, but watching closely her condition was worse, I tried to balance my book on the railing and move it forward with my elbow, Summer Heat.

I took two steps forward, so far it was going good.

My friend looked at my elbow and book pointedly. "You are a maniac and no, hiccups don't go away by drinking water."

"Keep you vandalizing glare off my book, please. And yeah, of course, your body starts to make wacky ass sounds out of nowhere. It doesn't mean anything like dehydration."

"It means someone is recalling you. They're thinking about you. Once, I drank water, but the hiccups did not go away."

"Like, were you expecting it to work like magic? It takes a few minutes!" Yes, I agree, my friend is paranoid about people liking her... though she might argue, it's like the pears of the Whispering Room, you get it, and you want it. "Besides, who said they liked the sun because it made the moon shine; I know you read it somewhere."

My book fell off at the turn. I would have cussed her for the glare, if not for the fact that I was so bent on proving such instances of innate deep belief nonsense. I tucked the books under my arm and moved forward.

"I know the light of the sun makes the moon shine, and so gives me the bright moon nights. I just don't believe the science works here. I believe in Partial Science."

What the heck is Partial Science? Would've been my retort, but I had already entered her room, and atop her bedside stand was a book with the gleam of a bronze - gold sword, it's bearer's hair if autumn leaves a cascade of beauty. In the distance there were gates, and a mist rose around them; I tried to resist myself from running my fingers across the gold etched words because, first things first, I had to get the book.

"How did you get it? Shipments are off since last month; that's when I ordered it, mine didn't come!"

"Oh, it arrived two days ago. And, well, I ordered a couple of items from different stores with it so it arrived early."

That's not how it works, I wanted to point out, but I figured she may have ordered from Waterstone or Fairyloot. Not important, focus on top priority, I told myself. " Did you start it? If not... can I take it? 'Cause I know you're the kind of person that reads books when they get the mood, and the rest of the time they keep planning, so-"

"Oh, I haven't started it yet..."

"I can read it in two days, deal?"

"Oh, it's okay, you can take it." It probably took her a short time to read it but it was at a speed eight times slower to me.

I reached out for the book. The gold glint of its pages was shining, and wanted to somehow materialize Cortana from out of the book and feel it, but just as my hand was going to rest over its mighty bulk, I discovered that my mom woke me up. I looked at the bedside table for reassurance, none came. I felt the empty feel of the book not being there in my hands.

I figured, that I could have accepted unjust conclusions on the causation of hiccups. I didn't mind, even if I know they are caused by dehydration. I wouldn't mind, trust me on that one, all that is unjust could've been accepted for that book. But I must admit I came about being lenient on the subject, science and magic and beliefs maybe could live in a world altogether (Go Christopher and Henry!).

But in the end, I had to get a soft copy ; which is a thing that deserves execution for not giving me the physical copy, but who could I execute?

As a revenge, I tried to make optimum use of the features of the e-book; however not satisfying it was to not hold the book. I also developed a case of anti-unreasonable-hiccup- causes. And as a matter of fact my friend made some remarks on her representation in my subconscious, but that is not something I have the capacity to handle... Maybe I do, but let's leave the matter.

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Stay safe, and confined in your home and perhaps wander in the worlds of books, also, hope nobody gets this injustice done to them. With love, N.